KarenK2007

Flowers: Poppies, and a Rose

Death's violent kiss brings soft floers to a bloom

Soon they will grow, and flourish where cold men lie

Bullets fly, and no man's land fills with pillagng men

You begin to miss holeless lungs with which to brethe fresh air

The gas chokes

The smell of your wife's perfume escapes you, and chemicals burn your skin instead

Valient soldier die, begging to live, to see their home just one last time.

Lives play like film before blind eyes

Gagging, reaching for their mother's hand, never to be held

Foolsihness brought me to the insanity I see through bloody tears

Left, right, above, below, minless, souless carcasses surround me

They are shells of once noble men, lid to, betrayed by their own nations

Some rot, while others wait to die with eyes of white

Groggily, I reach for the photo in my pocket

A vision of beauty is she, the woman I love

Her face kind, her heart golden, and she was once mine

What imbusilic actions caused me to leave her

I wonder as I drown, gargling, "Is she thinking of me now?"

And who is there, to tell her of my departure from this world?

But a few strangers arriving to knock on her door?

Oh God, please, don't let me die.

I cannot cry out, or scream for help now

My eyes blurr, I seizure, and the picture fades, but not from my memory

Other of my comrades can be heard, squirming like annalids through the

I spill into the trenches, floating on the dead, cold river that flows from the puddles above

Generals sneak by, and there medals ring against their cotton vests

But I wonder, what good are medals in death?

So you have the honor of being burried in gold

I'd trade gold for a shallow, richless life by the side of my girl

Well goodbye anyway my love, my precious rose

Purtid stench of my own deatth

I wonder now, if there is a heaven